Sometimes despite all we do, it can feel like our testmonies are hanging on by a unraveling thread. It’s so easy for us as mere mortals, to get sucked into the humdrum of life. We feel out of control. We percieve ourselves as victims of either circumstances...

It was well past the stroke of midnight. My room had been turned upside down, and I was ready to cry in frustration. How could I have lost a letter I’ve been waiting for 15 years to open? A letter from one person who would never forgive me if I never read it...

Ninety thousand one hundred and ninety words after starting, I completed the first draft my second novel The Particulars. The final two words were “the” and “end”. Yes I know I’m a tease (there’s a real excerpt at the end of this...